Painting a picture sounds easier
than displaying certainty 
Stories told by a fictitious anima,
deceiving an array of your clique

But who's deceiving whom?

Put on an old face, worn out from years of neglect 
You think you've outgrown it, 
but it slides on effortlessly
It's imbued with the trappings of your past, 
your dishonorable history

This is a false flag operation

Los Pensamientos De una Cara Palida

A History in Rust

An Interview with Lester Young

Weighed down, yet I'm floating 
Drowning, choking on the oxygen 

Leaden, restless
Always thinking, never speaking

Cuando podre sentir el sol de la primavera

Doubt is exponential
No sleep means I'm never awake

And anyway, life is ephemeral 
A snap of the fingers 

Anhedonic, melancholic
A shell, unbearably light 
Always there, but never present,
I'm lost in the fog, trying to recreate your voice 

My silhouette against the lamppost, 
a beacon for lost souls stumbling in the dark

Provisional Euphoria (j'ai une âme solitaire)

4-Way Split

Un mal cola de hadas

Recipients of a hate undeserved
One divorced from rationality
They are feared
Turned into demons
Yet our world is dependent on them

Cut my arms and leave me to die
Turn me into a bowl of soup
Cut their fins and leave them to die
We need them
Respect their beauty 

Tasteless. A trophy.

Recipients of a hate undeserved
One divorced from rationality
They are feared
Turned into demons
Yet our world is dependent on them

Life begets life yet ultimately yields to commerce 
400 million years of evolution can't be undone by tradition

Doing Nothing for Others is the Undoing of Ourselves

THE WORLD I KNOW IS CHAOS
YOU SPEW THE POISON THAT BURNS THROUGH MY SKIN
CASTING A SWORD THAT COMES FROM RUST
DRAWING BLOOD, LIFTED FROM CRUST
THE WORLD WE KNOW IS AGAINST US
DEEP INTO THE MARROW, AS DARK AS GOD'S SORROW
WIELDING A BLADE THAT PIERCES OUR SKIN
EGODYSTONIC, IT BURROWS WITHIN
STABBING / CRYING / CHOKING / LYING
WE BLEED THE SAME BLOOD
YET YOU STICK TO YOUR DOCTRINE
CHOKING / LYING / A RACIST DOCTRINE
REMOVE THE PSYCHE FROM THE SKIN
RUMMAGE THROUGH OUR HISTORY
ANALYZE WITH SCRUTINY
WITHERING, FALTERING, TREMBLING MASS
OUR TRAUMA IS NO LONGER OURS
COMMANDEER THE NARRATIVE
SANITIZED EXPERIENCE
YOU SAY WE'RE THE SAME
WE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME

Hymnes aux désarrois de la peau

Nunca Seremos Lo Mismo

Lindenstraße

Puffin'

Wes Linden continues to release single after single each hitting harder than the last. Middle of it All is an absolute heater in every sense.

Bet You Never Catch Me

Middle of it All

When the game is on the line Wes Linden delivers. His new single "Toe the Line" is an absolute anthem to be played when you're preparing for the moment.

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